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do
Nobody, no one does it better

Look out the window and drank and chill out we get high
It's 1a.m and the crowd is still live
Relax to the groove by

(by Bob Marley)

Stir it up; little darlin', stir it up. Come on, baby
Come on and stir it up: little darlin', stir it up. O-oh!

It's been a long,

good for you like a vegatable
Shows by the several
Schedule full of festivals
And if I ever do time
Than you know it's federal
Uh, incredible, yeah

Concerto in X Minor

Brand Nubian

One for All

1990

'm kinda blessed so I wrote this manifesto for life
Co-signed by the others with a knife
On the real tip let's take a field trip from the ghetto
You pick

Rasta

MellowHype

INSA [I Need Some Answers]

2014

butter to the jam, so jam
Start in the PM, and end in the AM
I spit Stride flows, getting hit by the ram
I patrol control, so a fucking controller

ਵੀ Town ਤੇਰੇ ਲੈ ਕੇ ਆਉਂਦਾ Harley
Uber ਚ ਸੁਣਦੀ ਆ ਤੂੰ Bob Marley
ਜੱਸੀ ਵੀ Town ਤੇਰੇ ਲੈ ਕੇ ਆਉਂਦਾ Harley
Uber ਚ ਸੁਣਦੀ ਆ ਤੂੰ Bob Marley
ਕਰੀ ਨਾਂ ਕਿਰਾੜਕੋਟ ਵਾਲੇ

dealers out of a job if you can buy it in the post
He's a gent a scholar and an expert poster
Who else could make a spliff from a Bob Marley poster
Bob

Propaganda

Dead Prez

Let's Get Free

2000

But what's good for the goose, is still good for the gander
See...

Chorus:
I don't believe Bob Marley died from cancer
31 years ago i woulda been

We Will Rise

Dirty Heads

Cabin by the Sea

2012

to stop you can tell me to shut up
'Cause I was born with this mouth and yes my horns poking out
And yes I'm devilish
I'm not Bob Marley but I'm so

People Say

Redman

The Saga Continues

2017

papayas

Before I polly
Red lightin' the Bob Marley
So I can cypher God bodies from the John Gotti's
Everybody a voss, sayin that time's money
Women

Pearl Harbor

RZA

The Saga Continues

2017

you got an army
Dirty money in the laundry, don't ask why, I got my reasons
I puff that Bob Marley, might hit you with the Tommy
You can catch me in

infahmah wan' come find mi
Smokin' on Bob Marley
Mi hit di stage and di gyal jump 'pon mi

A bodmon song
A bodmon song mi ah sing, yeah
One bodmon song

opps, he get smoked out the Bob Marley
Them bodies'll never be uncharted
Uh, yeah, don't run, yeah, my gun get to dartin'
Yeah, my hood site, walk

Ooh, ooh-ooh
Her arm around me
Ooh, ooh-ooh
We sang quietly
Grandma, and me and Bob Marley

So baby when that sun ain't shining you can call on me

and Britney, ayy
And Gaga, ayy, like grrah-grrah, ayy
'Til I die, ayy, high like Bob Marley, ayy
They like Sosa why you flexin', why not? Ayy (duh-duh-duh)

Marley, Tom Hardy, nigga yes
I’m probably God Body, Bob Marley, Tom Hardy in the flesh

Ay, do It for the 7, do It for the 3
Do It for the 9, do It for

You might see me stroll by
in the Bob Marley tie die with the red eye.
I'm sick now.
I think I'm catching glaucoma.
See me on the corner, looking for

I went on my own to
Jamaica, to Bob Marley's old studio
And sang of a lovely, doomed young friend:

"Fatima Fatima, I'm in America
I make rhymes and I

prolly
It's a hunnid on the dolly
Willy Wonka, two Charlies
I'm the soul and the spirit
Cocaine's Bob Marley
Dope boys don't retire
Bad bitches won't

a million
A&Rs and exec's were telling me I'm not appealing
Try to turn me into Nas, I'm not him but I forgive you
This is a Boy Marley
Bob Dillon

*taken from The Boomtown Rats debut album
*written by Bob Geldof
*music arranged by The Boomtown Rats

Empire State Of Mind

Glee

Glee: The Music, Vol. 4

2010

If Jesus payin' Lebron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade
Three dice Cee-lo, three card molly
Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty,

(nigga)
Think I'm Tupac, Bob Marley
Fela Kuti, Marcus Garvey
Them the real ones, light a lighter for em
If you ain't know, I'm ridin' for em

I'm smokin' on jet fuel like Bob Marley
I spent a hunnid thousand on my necklace, check
Real street nigga from the set, mmh, check
I was in